When you fall in Love...
What is it about love that makes a man, do the things that are…well to put it in a word, idiotic. Of women, it may not seem so, but for a man, especially to his very male and machismo friends it is. Yes KMC’ers, I, who was for near two years playing the single date-every-once-in-a-while-but-never-get-too-serious-with-women guy have fallen madly and utterly and I might add hopelessly in love. I’ve loved before, but never and I hope not to sound cliché, as much nor as deep as this. I had not realized exactly how much until my heart’s desire had invited me over to her place to watch some DVD’s and hopefully to conclude with a bit of you-know-what.
You can imagine how I struggled to suppress a groan when I saw “Love Actually” beam across to the very comfy sofa of which we two were occupying, snuggling more like it. I gave her a half-hearted smile and said, “Great!” Needless to say the movie was not that (sarcasm) torturous, but rather good (?)
And I may have felt something stir when Colin Firth’s character so eloquently proclaimed his deep and devoted love to his once former Portuguese housecleaner or maid and of his intentions of marrying her. I thought “aww”. Yet a part of me wanted to run.
No woman, no matter how I felt, that is before this one, had ever given me cause to sit—for however long the movie took to play—and watch romantic movies.
I’ve had to endure the snide remarks, leers, the sound of wet membranous flesh so fervently mimicked by my friends when they learned of my foray into the unknown.
Oh and by the way…I’ve been asked again to come over and watch "When Harry met Sally"... Lovely!